"And he spake this parable unto them, saying, 'What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it? And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.'"
I recollect the time Sam Hawkins lost his sow. He come out one morning; the pen be busted down; the sow was gone. Sam lit out after her to find her. He had 67 other pigs that didn't run off. But did Sam get down on his marrow bones and thank the Good Lord for that? No, sirree, not Sam!